The Hamlet Project

A little windup car
Set loose in the brain.
Everywhere it goes, it pulls at the slender threads
That hold the mind together.
Its path is unpredictable
It careens left or right
Depending on no obvious logic
Behind it, the gossamer bindings
Bind together in the wake of this little
Metal wind up car
So that even the healthful material
Becomes destructive.
There is also the distinct possibilty
That when the workings of the car
Finally wind down, the stop could trigger the whole mechanism to fall
Explosively apart.
Sending little pieces of metal
Into the softest most vulnerable parts of the brain.